daninthelionsden
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When I was about 17, I was home alone one evening. My mother was out doing her fake christian thing at her fake christian church(probably sleeping with the married priest again). I had locked the front and side and back doors because we lived in a not so safe part of town. I had retreated to my bedroom for the evening and was watching TV(my escape). It was dark outside and I had my light on in the room(I felt safer with lights on, even slept with lights on). I heard the front door unlock(loud clunky deadbolt). I froze. I had the hallway light on too. I saw shadows of feet under the door to my bedroom. I had just been given my grandfather's shotgun(he died and left it to me). I grabbed the gun. The door knob on my door began to slowly turn. I pointed the loaded gun toward the door. I yelled "Whoever you are....I'll shoot you if you open that door"(or said something very similar to that). The turning of the knob paused for a second, then slowly continued toward open. I rammed home a round and yelled a few curse words and did my best "Dirty Harry". I prepared to fire the gun. The door knob stopped then slowly turned back the other way. The shadows under the door went away. I heard the front door close. After regaining my composure I went to the front door and found it unlocked. I went back to my room. About an hour later my mother came home. I told her what happened....she didn't seem to care. Whoever it was had a key. Now decades later....I believe she gave them that key. What was their motive? Was I about to be assaulted? Raped? Murdered?